Inside the private room.

Meng Yuan was drinking with Zhang Fan when his cell phone suddenly rang. He smiled apologetically and answered the phone.

"Old Meng, come to the bathroom in the hall and take a look. Your nephew has started fighting with someone!"

"Xiaoqiang?" Meng Yuan was stunned: "What's going on? This is so good, why did you fight with someone?"

"How can I know this? Come here anyway, I'll watch from the side. I feel that your nephew is almost out of reach. His head is kicked like a watermelon."

"Grass! I'll arrive soon!"

Meng Yuan cursed with a dark face, immediately hung up the phone, then got up and walked outside.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong with Meng Yuan?"

Huang Long and Zhang Fan were confused. When they saw Meng Yuan's faces become so ugly in an instant, they stood up and asked.

"My nephew was beaten up, I'll go out and have a look!"

Meng Yuan said with a pale face, then pushed Huang Long away and strode towards the hall outside.

Seeing this, Huang Long, Zhang Fan and others in the box walked out one after another.

"Brother Meng, don't get too angry. They are all young people. I guess they just drank some wine and had a little quarrel."

At this time, Zhang Fan didn't know that it was Wu Liangbin and the others who fought with Meng Yuan's nephew Zhou Xiaoqiang, so when he followed Meng Yuan out, he was still persuading him.

However, when Zhang Fan, Meng Yuan and Huang Long ran out and ran to the bathroom, when Zhang Fan saw Zhou Xiaoqiang lying in a pool of blood in the bathroom and stood in the corner with a little anxious expression. Wu Liangbin, Miao Renfeng and others who were also in a little embarrassed, his head buzzed, as if it had exploded.

Similarly, when Wu Liangbin and the others saw Zhang Fan, Meng Yuan and others, especially Meng Yuan walking in front and covering the frost, they were also confused.

Before coming, everyone had seen Meng Yuan's photos, and they knew Meng Yuan.

But judging from the current situation, it is obvious that Zhou Xiaoqiang and Meng Yuan have a close relationship.

Miao Renfeng felt his head grow louder in an instant, and he murmured with great pain: "What, can Meng Yuan and Zhou Xiaoqiang be related, right?"

"It's a problem now!"

Wang Cheng also felt a little cramped in his calves!

Before taking action, Wang Chengru thought that Zhou Xiaoqiang might have some background. After all, the people in the hall, except Huang Long's relatives, basically no working class exists, and most of them are people of some level in society.

Even so, Wang Cheng and Miao Renfeng were not very worried. After all, they also knew that Zhang Fan and Huang Long had a good relationship. If it weren't for the death or the big thing that could not end, it would basically be nothing. The other party wouldn't go too far in view of Huang Long.

But now it’s different. Wang Cheng and the others are still pointing at Meng Yuan to set up a line in the middle. Before we can discuss this, they beat the other person’s relatives. This start is really unfavorable.

"Hula"

Meng Yuan rushed over with a dark face, glanced at his nephew who was ignorant of life and death, then turned around and stared at Miao Renfeng coldly: "Is it you three who beat my nephew like this?"

Miao Renfeng hardened his teeth and looked up at Meng Yuan: "Brother Meng, we..."

"Bang!"

Meng Yuan raised his hand, slapped Miao Renfeng to the ground with a slap, then kicked Wu Liangbin over, then grabbed Wang Cheng's hair, grabbed the latter's head, and banged hard on the wall.

"Swish"

Miao Renfeng's eyes were slightly red, and he gritted his teeth and looked at Zhang Fan at the door of the toilet, and forced himself to fight back.

It was not just Miao Renfeng, but Wu Liangbin and Wang Cheng both endured it and did not fight back.

"Crash"

Meng Yuan picked up a yellow triangle sign written by half a man at the door of the bathroom, and then rushed towards Miao Renfeng.

Zhang Fan, who was standing at the door, frowned into a lump and rushed over quickly, grabbed Meng Yuan, and said with a bad look: "Brother Meng, these are my brothers..."

"Swish!"

Mengyuan suddenly turned his head, stared at Zhang Fan with red eyes, and said sneered: "Your brother? Do you have permission to kill someone?"

Zhang Fan frowned, took a deep breath, and said patiently: "Brother Meng, your nephew just fainted, it should be fine!"

"What does it mean to just faint?" Meng Yuan pointed at Zhang Fan's chest with a pale face and asked, "What else do you want? If I don't come, my nephew will be beaten to death by your friends here?"

"Mengge, who is not that serious, may be a misunderstanding!"

"You get up! I think this matter has nothing to do with you!"

Mengyuan yelled with red eyes, and immediately grabbed the triangle repair rubber plate and smashed it at Wu Liangbin's head.

"Swish!"

Zhang Fan suddenly reached out and pulled Meng Yuan, and directly pulled the latter into a staggering state and almost fell down. Zhang Fan frowned and stared at Meng Yuan, asking, "Don't you ask about the cause and effect?"

Mengyuan's face was a little distorted and she shouted: "No matter what the reason! It's not the reason why my nephew was beaten like this! Zhang Fan, please stare at it! What's my nephew like now? I want to ask, did my nephew kill or set fire? Even if the court wants to sentence death, it won't be so tormenting!"

When Zhang Fan heard this, he frowned. He felt that Meng Yuan was a little unkind.

Until now, Meng Yuan took action as soon as he came in! He had a little irritable temper and didn't even ask about the reason!

Zhang Fan's face was gloomy, he grinned, and stared at Meng Yuan with his head slightly tilted his head and stared at Meng Yuan: "Brother Meng, my brother's affairs are not done well, I am guilty, otherwise, you should clean up with me?"

Meng Yuan put one hand on his hips and raised the other hand. He stared at Zhang Fan expressionlessly: "Zhang Fan! Get up! Otherwise, I will really pack up with you!"

"Crazy"

At this moment, a group of spectators surrounded outside the toilet, many of whom knew Meng Yuan. These people rushed in, pulled Meng Yuan repeatedly and persuaded him.

"Forget it, Lao Meng, let your nephew be sent to the hospital for emergency treatment first!"

"Yes! Today is Lao Huang's birthday, don't mess around."

"Lao Meng, please calm down. If you have something to do, leave the hotel. This is not a place to do business!"

At this moment, Zhang Fan was also a little angry. He stood still and stared at Meng Yuan with some teasing words: "Brother Meng, come on, do it. After packing me, I will pour water and wash your hands yourself. Can you?"

"You're urging me?"

Mengyuan stared at Zhang Fan with gloomy eyes, his right hand clenched into a fist, and couldn't help but want to take action.

"Oh, Lao Meng."
Chapter completed!